The Light That Failed

So we settled it all when the storm was done As comf’y as comf’y could be; And I was to wait in the barn, my dears, Because I was only three; And Teddy would run to the rainbow’...

Then we brought the lances down, then the bugles blew, When we went to Kandahar, ridin’ two an’ two, Ridin’, ridin’, ridin’, two an’ two, Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, All the way to Ka...

So he thinks he shall take to the sea again For one more cruise with his buccaneers, To singe the beard of the King of Spain, And capture another Dean of Jaen And sell him in Al...

The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn, When the smoke of the cooking hung gray: He knew where the doe made a couch for her fawn, And he looked to his strength for his prey. B...

He turned over a few half-finished sketches, drummed on a new canvas, cleaned three brushes, set Binkie to bite the toes of the lay figure, rattled through his collection of arm...

Some weeks later, on a very foggy Sunday, Dick was returning across the Park to his studio. “This,” he said, “is evidently the thrashing that Torp meant. It hurts more than I ex...

The sea had not changed. Its waters were low on the mud-banks, and the Marazion Bell-buoy clanked and swung in the tide-way. On the white beach-sand dried stumps of sea-poppy sh...

Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting s...

“If thou hast taken the common clay, And thy hands be not free From the taint of the soil, thou hast made thy spoil The greater shame to thee.”—_The Two Potters_.

What’s you that follows at my side?— The foe that ye must fight, my lord.— That hirples swift as I can ride?— The shadow of the night, my lord.— Then wheel my horse against the...

The lark will make her hymn to God, The partridge call her brood, While I forget the heath I trod, The fields wherein I stood. ’Tis dule to know not night from morn, But deeper...

There were three friends that buried the fourth, The mould in his mouth and the dust in his eyes And they went south and east, and north,— The strong man fights, but the sick ma...

The sun went down an hour ago, I wonder if I face towards home; If I lost my way in the light of day How shall I find it now night is come?

Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him, Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save, Yet at the last, with his masters around him, He of the Faith spoke as master to...

With a heart of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander; With a burning spear and a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. With a knight of ghosts and shadows I summoned am t...